Larksong Grotto There's Always Bad News To Go With The Good

Nova lead herself and @Stark to Retail Rise without an issue, and from there headed north by Octavias orders. As they neared borders, the golden woman stopped a few feet from the strongest scent. No use being on top of the border. 
Tavi hadn't given them a name, just the vaguest of descriptions, and it pissed the elder off slightly still, though not enough to show. In her eyes, the stormy woman should not have been made alpha, not so fast at least. She knew next to none of the wolves she ruled and so far, from Novas hearing, had not been very nice to any. For the billionth time, she worried that they were not as much as a family pack as shed hoped.
Whatever, though, there were more important tasks at paw. The woman didnt wait for Stark to call, but let loose a howl for the alpha, @Reek, and waited. Her ghostly eyes turned to her dark traveling companion.
       "Think this will go as smoothly as we hope?"